It's Officially Bronchitis

Isabelle has bronchitis. Poor baby. Last night right before bed time she coughed so hard she spit up the formula she'd just drunk. She did the same thing again later in the night. At 1 am she had a temperature of 102 F. Tommy, Terry's son, had had the same thing several days ago and so I used the medicine she'd used to bring the temperature down. This morning I took her so see Dr. Juarez. He listened to her lungs and could hear fluid so he had me get an x-ray at Hospital Reina de Los Angeles, which is right next door to his office. After I got the x-ray, he looked at it by holding it up to the window (no reason to have those x-ray readers with light from behind) and said her lungs looked clear so it was just bronchitis. That's bad enough, but not as bad an pneumonia.

She still looks and acts active, which is a good sign. If you look closely, though, you can see the snot. It's pretty much permanent now, and is all over my clothes and anything she touches. I feel like I should be more grossed out than I actually am.
This is her superman pose.


This is Dr. Juarez's waiting room, as well as for 2 other doctors. The receptionist takes your name on a small slip of paper and tells you how many people are in front of you waiting for the doctor. The doctor's office/examining room has both a desk and an examining table, as well as his books and the medications. He wears a blue tooth head-set at all times and sometimes takes calls in the middle of the consultation. When he is finished with your child, he tells you how much the visit is (usually $25) and you pay him, in cash.

This is the intake desk for the hospital.

These pictures are all from the garden in the middle of the hospital. It is beautiful.